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Wilmond smiled and kissed her. He only just managed to pull his thoughts from the ceremony of blades, but it was definately worth it.

Taylore smiled into the kiss and kissed him back gently, putting her arms loosely around his neck. In the back of her mind, she was still worried about him but she wouldnt let it get in the way of their date.

Wilmond smiled. "Let's get some sleep, it's late allready." He stood up and gathered the stuff he'd set up, putting them in a bag.

Taylore smiled and watched him pack up, helping him. Then went over to the side he wasnt holding bag on, taking his hand in hers. Hers fit perfectly in his and she entwined their fingers as he started back. She followed and smiled as they headed back. Several minutes they got back and she took off her jacket, tossing it over the back of the couch. Going over to the bed, she pulled a bag out frok under the bed and grabbed a new set of clothes from it. Finally dissappearing into the bathroom and taking a shower. Getting dressed in a pair of loose, blue shorts and a white halfshirt before leaving the bathroom. Drying out her hair with the towel before tossing it onto her old pile of clothes. Crawling onto the bed and collapsing onto it with a happy sigh.

Wilmond had watched TV while she was showering and changing, and when she finally came back, he turned the screen off. He walked over to the kitchen, drunk a glass of water and then joined Taylore in the bed. Pulling her close, he kissed her one more time and then lay back in the bed. "G'night Tay." he muttered to her.

Taylore smiled as Wilmond came over to the bed. Kissing him back then snuggling up to his side and putting her head on his chest as she pressed her body against side. "Goodnight Wil," she murmured as she slowly fell asleep his comforting and safe scent surrounding her. She smiled as she fell asleep, her breathing slowed and evened out telling him she was asleep.

The next morning, Wilmond woke and got out of bed slowly, taking care not to wake Taylore. He quickly made his way to the kitchen and made some bacon and eggs. the bacon's smell quickly dominated the room.

Taylore started to wake up as she smelt bacon, sitting up slowly. Rubbing her eyes sleepily, she yawned then looked around before looking to the kitchen. Smiling as she saw him cooking, she slipped out of bed silently sneaking up behind him. Then she stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his waist, putting her chin on his shoulder. "Smells great," she murmured in his ear. She kissed his neck lightly and smiled.

Wilmond jumped a little as she embraced her, but then smiled. "It's just about ready!" He grabbed some plates and took a generous portion for each of them, putting it on the table. He turned down the gasfires and set down. "Breakfast's served!" He smiled at her.

Taylore smiled and watched him as he cooked. Letting go of him as he moved around, leaning on the counter. Then she walked over and gave him a gentle kiss. "Thank you," she said with a smile before sitting at the table. Eating quickly and downig some milk with it, she took all the dirty plates to the sink once Wilmond was done as well. Washing all the dishes used and cleaning up the kitchen area before getting dressed in another pair of shorts and a button up short sleeved over shirt bu left it unbutoned so her half shirt and bare belly was visible. "So i'll go get those swords now and i can help you practice," she said with a smile before starting to head for the door.

"I'll go with you!" he said. "I have my personal style and I know the blade Lord Winston uses." He quickly grabbed his jacket and gave Taylore a light kiss. "Let's go." He opened the door for her.

Taylore smiled and waited then kissed him back lightly as he gave her one. Walking out as he opened the door and took his hand after he got out. Intertwining their fingers as she lead the way back towards the city. Once they got to the outskirts, she walked down the back alley till they got to the back of a two story shop. Letting go of his hand, she pulled out a rag and wrapped it around her knuckles before walking up to the door. Punching through the glass on the door, she reached through and opened it from the inside as the glass shattered and fell. Kicking the door open, she shook the glass out of the rag then put it back in her pocket. Smiling as she looked at Wilmond. "Old fashioned way of getting into places," she said with a shrug then walked in the shop.

"The shop isn't open anymore?" he was surprised, but still smiled at Taylore.

"Oh its open. Just not today," Taylore said with a smirk then motioned for him to follow her inside. In the shop, swords were hung on the walls in display cases and also on shelves. There were several types of swords and all the speacial ones would be upstairs. "Up an downstairs have swords in them so look around for the two that we need. I'll keep watch," she said with a smile.

Wilmond quickly found the swords he used. Two simple longswords, Medieval style. He always liked the fast movements he could create while dual wielding longswords.
Finding Winston's type of swords were harder to find, but eventually he found a Rapier at the top floor. It was a bit lighter and shorter than Winston's, but it'd do the trick. He went back to Taylore.
"Found them," he said, smiling.

Taylore was shifting her weight from foot to foot uneasily. Once she saw Winston come back, she grabbed his arm and started pulling him out. "Good because i think a few of your "buddies" were standing out in the front," she said. As soon as she stepped out of the shop, a metal pipe was took to her head and she let go of Winston's arm as she fell off the steps. Landing hard on the cement below, she hissed and put a hand to her head as blood trickled down the side. A man grabbed her and forced her up, putting his arm around her neck and lifting her off the ground. "Hey Wilmond. Havent seen you since you decided to have some fun with this girl. But she hardly looks afraid. Now why is that? Maybe because you let her go and now shes in love with the hero, huh?" He said with an wicked smirk. Then he leaned down and breathed in her scent. "Mmmm she looks fun to play with," he said, smirking up at Wilmond as his hand trailed lightly along her bare stomach. Taylore gritted her teeth and wouldve snapped his wrist but he had her arms crushed between him and her. The two other guys laughed as he toyed with Taylore.

"Let go of her, Rick." Wilmond had immediately recognized the man. His voice sounded ice cold and his gaze drilled into his opponent's eyes. "Let her go and Go back to Winston with a message for me."

Taylore squirmed in his grasp and Rick tightened his arm around her neck. "Oh? Is the Wilmond in love with the girl too?" He asked with a smirk. "Then maybe i'll just take her with me and play with her for a bit," he said as he looked at Wilmond with a serious expression. Rick would do it too. Then he put Taylore's feet lightly on the ground but didnt let go of her. "Whats your message?" He asked.

Wilmond showed him the weapons he was still holding. "Tell Lord Winston that I'm challenging him to the ceremony of blades, to reclaim my freedom." Wilmonds voice was filled with determination. "In five days, at the mansion."

Rick smirked and started backing away with Taylore still in his hold. "Thats a wonderful idea. You can when ms. Perfect's freedom then too," he said as he kept backing away. Taylore squirmed hard until the could get her hands free. Once she had accomplished that, she grabbed his hand that was still on her stomach and snapped his wrist clean in half. While he yelled in pain, he dropped her and the other two took out their guns firing at her and Wilmond.